On Looking At Photographs Of You Aged 6

You were with your brother

Standing in the ripe grass

In sunshine.  With dark shadows

Across your eyes cast by your hair.

Camera conscious, you stood indeterminate

Hesitating to laugh or endure

The moment of stillness thrust upon you

Stoically, and stoicism won.

How like you now, still hesitant

To endure or push aside eyes not dead

But living, questioning, demanding

Outside seekers of your mind’s retreat.